Literotic asexstories – Coming Home for Christmas by Master_Vassago,Master_Vassago Yes, that’s right, I’m back. I don’t know for how long, but I missed writing again. So, those of you that know my stories, and even those first timers reading me, I sometimes take a long slow burn to get to the really dirty good stuff. I promise you no lack of sex, flirting and fun. But you need to read to get there. I promise, while it may be a little longer, those of us that need a longer story and buildup will appreciate this. I like to build my characters. 😊 Please read, vote, comment and enjoy.
It was midday when I arrived back home in Ohio, I had been gone for several years, living, and working across a few different states. Nothing spectacular, just a trainer for a company who was good at what I did and bounced around from office to office to bring each team up to speed on their training regimen. Like I stated nothing to get overly excited about, I just happened to be the one that got sent to basically every compliance training needed for our industry and then got to bring them all back to each site and train up the staff. The one stop shop trainer as the corporate bosses liked to chuckle when they scheduled and called me to a new site.
The boring stuff behind us, I had been working non-stop for about 6 years, hadn’t really taken more than a weekend off, and that was usually flying to another city to set up. On the rare instances that I was “home”, based out of NOVA, I’d relax and sleep in and depending on the season, try to find a pick-up soccer game or go catch a movie. No consistent girlfriend or at least no longstanding girlfriend, a few friends with benefits, but I travelled too much to get involved in a cohabitation type relationship. I wasn’t going to be around to be supportive on a day-to-day basis, I might have to leave with a day or two notice and I loved having my own space and time to relax when and how I wanted to.
At 30 I knew it was about time to start considering finding a woman to really settle down and intertwine my life with, I still felt young and free, I was still a big kid trapped in a man’s body at this point. Usually feeling like I was an imposter when I was doing training or dealing with the corporate heads and bosses at each site I travelled to. The only person I was close to was my younger sister, who was an oopsie baby on my parent’s part, born 9 years after me. We were close as she would call and talk to me no matter the time of day or what was going on if she had life questions. It could be about boys, our parents, or something in school.
While close to her in that manner I had not been home in probably 7 or 8 years, not even at Christmas and graduation for her. I had been training at the time and couldn’t take the days off. Christmas usually was just spent with a phone call home and me relaxing on my couch or spending some time with one of those fwb’s. Which brings me to why I was driving home now after so long.
My little sister’s birthday was the day after Christmas, and she begged me to come home for this year as she was finally turning 21 and could drink legally. “Look Greg,” she began, “none of my friends really believe I have an older brother anymore, no one has ever seen you other than your picture. You’re like that boyfriend or girlfriend nerdy people make up just so they are left alone about dating.”
Mom chimed in from somewhere near her, “Maybe that’s because you have that picture of him on your nightstand at college,” this was followed by a quick giggle.
“Oh my god mom, shut up.” Gwen sniped at her mom. You could hear the good nature in her voice, almost a slightly guilty exasperated response.
I could tell she vacated the area of our mother, hearing a door click as she must have gone into another room, “Mom might not be completely wrong. I may have just told a few girls you were my boyfriend, so they just left me alone,” she jabbered nervously, “please don’t be mad, I just got tired of them trying to set me up and wanted to focus on graduating.”
I smiled to myself, letting her panic for a minute before I replied, “Oh Gwenivere, my little pixie, you do what you must in order to survive and graduate. But, if you try hitting on me at home I’m telling mom,” I told her with a smirk on my face.
“You’re such an ass Greg. Maybe, I’ll flirt and just tease you as much as I can and work it so I can get a couple updated pictures for the nightstand.”
We both laughed and she changed the subject asking if I could possibly make it as her birthday and Christmas gift this year. I told her I’d check my schedule and get back to them. Silently smiling to myself, knowing I had already scheduled a few weeks off to just enjoy the trip home and spend some time with family and not have a rushed trip back and forth. It was about a 10-hour drive home and as I fly all the time everywhere for work, I decided to drive and not be in a hurry for once. I was going to tell them I didn’t think I could get the time off, but I might fly in just for Christmas or her birthday if I could schedule it at the last minute. Then surprise them all. I just realized I hadn’t seen a good picture of my sister since her high school graduation, she had on her cap and gown and her body was non-descript at best hidden beneath that gown and in my head, she was the same little 13- or 14-year-old I had last seen when I graduated college, and my parents wished me well.
I don’t want to make it sound like I had bad parents, quite the opposite, they loved and supported me all through life, I just had an internship that had turned into a job upon graduation, and I was to start the following Monday in Virginia and would be heading out immediately after pictures and dinner with the fam. I knew if I ever needed anything my parents would be there in a flash, I did talk to the folks about 2 or 3 times a month just to check in. My sister, however, was probably 4 or 5 times a week thing. We just didn’t send pictures or anything like that. Strange now that I think that it had been that long since I had seen my sister in person.
So, I set out 3 days before Christmas and headed home, coming into our small town I remembered every road and didn’t really need the gps, the town had changed over the years, new buildings and stores popping up while others closed and had disappeared completely. Being December in Ohio, it was cold, and they must’ve had some fresh snow overnight the evening prior. It looked like the roads were all salted and cleared. As I approached the center of town and came to one of the few stoplights in town, I noticed a young woman crossing the street as the light changed. I watched her start cross in front of my truck and she smiled and then out of the corner of my eye I saw it…
I didn’t have time to think about what I was doing; I pushed the gas pedal and turned the wheel to put my truck fully between the girl and the semi that must’ve hit black ice and slid through the intersection. The last thing I remember is hearing the crunch and creak of metal as my driver’s door started to sink in on impact, after that everything went black. I do take that back; I did catch a glimpse of the young woman in a green coat jump up on to the curve and see the look of horror on her face just before everything went black. This all happened in milliseconds, and didn’t register how stupid what I did was, only that I couldn’t let a beauty like that die the horrid death she was about to. As I said we were from a small town, the type where everyone knows most other families and I couldn’t imagine the severe loss of someone before Christmas.
As the darkness overcame me, I thought about my poor parents and sister, saving someone else for Christmas may have just ruined their Christmas, hopefully they’d understand…
“Doctor, I think he’s finally waking up,” I heard as the world started to slowly come in to focus.”
“Excuse me,” I stated, “Can we turn off those fucking bright lights overhead, pretty please.”
The voice replied, “Well at least he’s verbal and not speaking gibberish, give me a minute to check your vitals dear and then I’ll turn them down.”
I heard her push a couple buttons, the beeps gave it away, and then the light in front of my eyelids dimmed. Slowly I cracked each eye open. Oh my god, even with the light dimmed it still felt overwhelmingly bright in that room. I gave it a few more minutes and then tried again, it was still bright, but my eyes had adjusted a little.
“Thank you for turning down the lights, um, can you tell me where I am.”
“The doctor is on his way, I’ll let him explain it to you, oh hell if you know a doctor is on the way, I guess I can tell you, you are in the hospital. But that’s it for now.” she offered.
“Well Gregory,” the doctor said entering the room, “you had us all scared for a while.”
I sat there thinking for a moment, was he talking to me? Did I know him, as I scanned my thoughts, I couldn’t even identify myself. Oh damn, I think I have…I couldn’t even remember the word for what this was.
“Sir, Doctor, I’m guessing I’m Gregory, and I can’t tell if it’s your normal demeanor or if you do actually know me, but I have no idea who I am, or you are for that matter.”
As I looked at his face, I watched his expression change, and he got a bit of a frown. “I was worried about that with the trauma and swelling you suffered, but this could only be temporary. You are just waking up; it’s been two days since the accident, and I hope you know you are being lauded as a hero and even better not a martyr.”
“Accident?” I asked.
“Oh, my boy, you swerved into traffic to save your, um a young woman from being for lack of a better term, smooshed by a semi. She would have surely died immediately had that truck hit her. According to those that saw it, she had just cleared your truck and was on her way to the sidewalk when the semi hit black ice and slid towards her. You must have just hit the gas and swerved in the way taking the brunt force of the semi. Luckily, he wasn’t speeding, wasn’t drinking, wasn’t doing anything stupid, just hit black ice and couldn’t stop.” The doctor relayed the information to me.
“So, doctor, what’s the damage to me?” I asked.
“Well let’s go with the obvious first, it looks like a bit of amnesia, short- or long-term memory loss possibly, we’ll have to give it a little while to see how that works out,” he began, “now as to physical injuries, you have some bruised ribs, a broken wrist and some scratches and then a head wound that we did fear might be the end of you when they brought you in. Turns out you must’ve knocked your head on the steering wheel, and the window, and everything else you could bump onto,” he chuckled.
He paused before continuing, “I sincerely hope this is just a temporary thing with amnesia, it’s actually quite common when there’s severe trauma like you incurred, but besides some swelling of the noggin, you appear quite healthy and in the clear. It took a small number of stitches to close mainly superficial wounds to your head compared to what could have been a truly tragic Christmas gift for your family.”
“Oh, so you know my family sir?” I asked him, finally hoping for some semblance of normalcy when you can’t remember who you are or anyone else is. I must’ve known him, or this really was some small town that I was in, because doctors don’t talk to you like this anymore, I don’t think at least. Who knows, maybe they do and I’m just a little crazy.
“Oh Gregory,” he started with a smirk, “I’m your uncle, your dad’s brother. That’s why they aren’t here sitting by your bedside at the moment, I sent them home to get rest, they hadn’t left your side since you got to the hospital a few days ago. I made them go home, get a shower, a little sleep and they’d be back in the morning. I had to assure them I’d be here if you’d wake up, so they’d actually leave for a little bit.”
“Well, I wish I could remember you right now, but for the moment thank you uncle…um uncle doctor.” I laughed to myself and got a smile from him.
“Dan, Doctor Dan, ass, whatever fits your fancy to call me, you really are a hero Greg, did you know the woman you saved?” he asked.
“No clue Dan,” I replied, “I tried picturing her in my head as you were talking, I remember a flash of green, a bright smile and a look of horror in her eyes right as my truck was hit and I caught sight of her.”
“Ok, let’s leave it at that for now. Can you picture of her at all, or can you think back and remember anything before waking up here today?”
I tried to think and remember anything before waking up. I got glimmers of pictures in my head, but nothing concrete I could lock onto. I tried to picture my parents, the truck I knew hit me, anything at all. It was all pretty black. A few blurs almost came through. Nothing at all.
“I can almost picture something, but it’s pretty blank.” I responded.
“Ok, let’s try something else. Close your eyes, can you remember what you look like? Try to picture anything, how tall are you, do you remember if you are thin, fat, athletic, can you remember you look in the mirror or in the shower?” he laughed.
“You mean like nude?” I couldn’t help but laugh also, “Well, I can’t picture my face, but I don’t think that’s surprising I think I’m not a vain person, I think I’m in good shape, just laying here and thinking about my body,” I ran my right hand down my body, yep, felt pretty solid, not really any fat, I couldn’t help myself, I reached down, felt like I had a decent size manhood, at least nothing to be ashamed about, figuring that many nurses and doctors had seen my junk in the last few days.
“Can’t blame you for checking Greg, I’m not going to lie, a few of the nurses, have been delighted to provide sponge baths the last two days when they could. Apparently, word got around that you had a nice appendage there. It runs in the family.”
His gentle smile put me at ease, if he was my uncle like he said, I’m guessing he was a fun uncle, never really serious ever. If his bedside manner now was any indication, although that could be because I was his nephew, and he didn’t feel the need to be over the top professional with me.
“Good to know Uncle Dan,” I said, liking that way to refer to him as opposed to just doctor.
“So, how’s the head feeling, probably going to be a little sore and you might have a headache for a little while?” he inquired.
I was having a little headache as we talked, plus this was the only time I’d been awake in two days, so I was a little hungry, and feeling sleepy, I’m guessing that was from pain medication. I relayed this to him, he said that I had an iv in for nutrients and stuff for right now, and a catheter too pee since I was unconscious since the accident. He told me that maybe I should close my eyes and get a little more sleep, when I woke up, they could look at getting me food and drink and removing the catheter.
I looked at the cast on my left hand, thanking the lord I was right-handed. At least I hoped I was, I know that would suck but I’d get over it. “So, I do remember it was almost Christmas, a few days before when this happened. What’s today, Dan? Was my truck totaled?”
“Funny you remember that but not much more, well my boy, at least it is a start. Today is Christmas Eve, and unfortunately your truck had pretty severe damage. I do know that the trucking company already reached out to your parents, they will be covering all medical bills, no matter what your insurance says, and they will also buy you any vehicle within reason you want when you get out of the hospital, probably something comparable to what you were driving, just newer, I’d venture to say with all the bells and whistles you could want,” my uncle filled me in.
“Let’s just hope someday I remember how to drive,” I retorted with a crooked smile.
The world was slowly fading away, I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and before I knew it everything else was gone. I do remember dreaming, at least this time I did, I remember seeing the young lady in slow motion, turning to smile at me as she reached the front of my truck, then seeing that truck sliding, and as the semi hit my side of the truck, I came awake, sweating and yelling. I felt a hand on my chest and opened my eyes to the girl who had been in the crosswalk. More natural light was in my room this time and I was guessing it was morning. The beauty stared down at me, tears welled up in her eyes.
She leaned down and hugged me, “I think you were having a nightmare Greg,” she whispered as she held tight.
I was perplexed as to why this girl was here but wasn’t going to complain at all about a young cute woman holding on tight and happy that I was alive. I slowly got my breathing under control and then leaned back separating from her gently.
“I’m so sorry miss, I don’t know who you are but I’m glad you’re alright, um, can you tell me why you’re here.” I asked her quizzically.
The young lady had spoken with the doctor as she was the first one to arrive at visiting hours this morning and he had informed her of what was going on. Normally all that patient/doctor confidentiality stuff would have come into play but not in this small town, and definitely not in this case. He had told her it was best to talk to Greg like she was a stranger or someone who recognized him, but to not give any other greater reference to him, they wanted his memory to come back naturally.
“Oh, my name is Gwen,” she smiled sweetly at her big brother, it killed her inside that he didn’t recognize her, but she was so proud of him and thankful that he had saved her life. She had recognized him briefly walking past his truck in the crosswalk, shocked she had continued on, not having seen him in so long in person and not expecting to see him until at least Christmas if he made it again at all this year. So, when it registered who it was, she spun back around quickly to hear and see the impact of the semi hitting the truck where she had been a split second before. Gwen knew she’d be dead if he hadn’t swerved to prevent the semi from hitting her. The funny thing is he didn’t even know it was her, he hadn’t gotten a good glimpse of her, and had not seen her in person in years.
Gwen leaned in again and squeezed him tight, ignoring his ribs, even when he grimaced from the pain, “Sorry, sorry, I know the doctor said you had bruised ribs,” she smiled so soft and sweetly at him that he decided the pain was worth the hug.
There was something so familiar about this girl, but he couldn’t place it. She smelled magnificent, like cinnamon, somewhere in his head bells were going off but he had no idea why. Maybe he knew this girl. Her face was very pretty, and she had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. As he did a quick scan below her face, he could tell even though she had a Ohio State sweatshirt on that she had a very ample bosom, and that was as far as he got looking, he knew he was probably blushing as he looked back into her eyes as she stood up next to his bed.
“I just wanted to stop in and thank you so much for saving my life, Greg. The doctor said you were having some memory problems. “Oh, and are you ok,” she began to question, “you woke up with a start and were sweating. I had just come in and saw you as you jerked up and screamed.”
He relayed the dream to her and watched as her face looked horrified upon his revelation that he did remember a little bit, any tiny snippet of a few days ago. They chatted for a few more minutes, her expressing her gratitude again and again.
“I will be attending dinner at your parents’ tomorrow afternoon; they invited me over when I came and visited yesterday while they were here.” (It was only a little white lie she was telling Greg, she thought to herself. She had an obvious wide-open standing for dinners at his house, hell she even had her own room there. But they had to be careful how much he had forced upon him at once, hopefully his memory would come back soon.)
Greg wondered out loud if he would even be out of the hospital tomorrow. Considering the memory loss and injuries all be it minor, he guessed now that he was awake and able to talk, and the fact that his uncle was his doctor he might be able to go home and recuperate from there. He also pondered the fact that he had no idea if he had a job, girlfriend, life, where he lived, etc…oh so many thoughts, his brain was working overtime trying to connect the dots, they were just a little too far apart still.
Just then one of the nurses came in, “Gwen, how you’re doing honey, glad to see your…um Greg is awake and doing better now?” She had almost blurted out the word brother, but they had all been cautioned not to push too much information at Greg yet, it had to be a slow reveal or on his own when he discovered some of this.
“I’m great Tina, yeah my Greg, my hero is awake now and hopefully feeling a little better,” she replied to the nurse and one of her friends from high school with a smirk.
The nurse needed to check his catheter and empty the bag, the doctor had said he could get that out when he felt ready, she asked Gwen to step outside and give them a moment. She relayed the procedures she was about to perform and asked if he wanted it out now or to wait. When he told her now, she smiled inwardly to herself, that meant she was the one that got to touch his magnificent cock again.
Lifting the sheet she smiled at Greg, “This is going to hurt a little, but I’ll be as gentle as possible.” She reached down and took ahold of his large manhood and got as close as she dared, slowly pulling the catheter out, once it was all the way out, she gave him an extra pat and slight squeeze, she shivered slightly imagining the way it would feel. What Tina failed to see was Gwen peeking around the corner of the drape surrounding Greg’s bed, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of her brother’s huge tool.
Gwen knew she was blushing, and she couldn’t get the thought of that sight out of her mind, she wished Greg wasn’t her brother sometimes, just because she idealized him so much and every date and male in her life had been compared to him and her father and they had always come up short. Even with Greg being so much older and away for almost all of her teen years, he had never stopped being a great big brother to her, he talked to her several times a week, always dropping whatever he was doing if he could or texting her that he would call her back as soon as he was finished with the current task he was doing.
Just then their mother popped her head over Gwen’s shoulder just as Tina was finishing up wiping down Greg’s penis and pulling down his gown, “I know, it is quite impressive, I may have snuck a peak when your dad walked out of the room after hearing some of the nurses at their station commenting on the size of the patient in this room as I walked up yesterday morning.”
“OH MY GOD MOM!” Gwen exclaimed, “I just happened to peek in and see what was taking so long and saw the last bit of her taking out Greg’s catheter. But, yes, that is one big boy in there.” She couldn’t help but giggle slightly.
“Gwen honey, we have to be careful about letting him know who you are, all fun aside, your father and I know you are madly in love with your older brother. While it is frowned upon by society, I know you and your determination so let me say this,” she paused briefly, “just don’t rush anything and don’t do anything that will hurt your relationship with the man laying in that bed right now. You don’t want to do anything at all that when his memories come back if they do will be tainted by trickery.”
Mom raised her hands in the air as Gwen spun to face her, “I know what you’re thinking, that either one of two things are going through your head. Either mom is off her fucking rocker what is she talking about, or that mom is right and it’s going to be tough not attacking him the first chance you get him alone. The fact that he was showing up to surprise you, well us, and that he saved your life almost has me to the point that I would drop my panties for him if I were in your place right now.”
Gwen just stood there looking at her mother shocked. “I’d say you are 100% right on both cases if I were being honest mom. I’ve always loved him, if possible that grew so much in the past few days that I didn’t think was capable of doing so. But, knowing that he is already so good to me and that he saved my life, yeah, I’d pounce him here and now if I thought I could get away with it. But I won’t do anything to jeopardize my relationship with him, don’t worry. I know how everyone would look at something like that around here.”
“Well honey, we have more to talk about later, but when we get home your father, and I will explain why we aren’t so deadest against anything happening with you and your brother.”
Gwen felt a little uneasy about that statement but she wouldn’t dwell on it. She was surprised that her mom was ok with knowing that she had feeling for her brother. Hell, if she was really being honest here, she would be shocked at the fact that she had just admitted this to her mother, and even herself out loud. It was almost as if a huge weight had been lifted. As she peeked around the curtain one more time, she saw that the nurse had successfully tucked her brother’s rather large manhood back under the gown and she was still standing there talking to him. The silly little twit was twirling her fingers in her hair, Gwen was surprised she didn’t just try and blow him right then and there the way the young woman was flirting.
Tina came walking out from behind the curtain, she leaned in and whispered to Gwen, “When he gets all better have him give me a call, he’s quite the hunk of man,” she quipped with a quick wink. “You can go back in with him now, he’s all set, if he needs to get up to go to the bathroom just have him push the buzzer, one of us nurses or an orderly will show up to help him.”
Greg lies back in the bed and waited for his visitor to return; he was caught off guard when a woman of about 45 to 50 if he had to guess walked in behind the young lady Gwen. He smiled and nodded at her and asked if she was also here to visit. Jenny, his mother smiled softly, “Oh son, that accident did a number on you didn’t it?”
Greg laughed, he relayed that he was sorry he didn’t know who she was he had no memory prior to the last day at most, at least not now. Just then his uncle walked back in. He stopped and talked to Jenny, giving her a quick hug, telling them all that the preliminary tests looked positive for Greg, that once the swelling all went down completely and he had a few days to shake the cobwebs off his memory should return.
Greg asked how much longer he’d be cooped up in the bed, when could he get out of here and go home was all he really wanted to know at this point. Doctor Dan didn’t see why after a few more tests this afternoon and some observation that he couldn’t go home this evening with his parents.
“Let’s get you up and move around just a little bit, see how you do before turn you loose my boy,” Dan gave him a big smile and a hand, trying to help Greg sit up. He lowered the side rail to the bed and swung Greg’s legs over, so they dangled just off the floor. Gwen, being the good guest, grabbed the socks that had been placed on the nightstand next to him, that wonderful kind they give you at the hospital, those grippy things on the bottom that make sure there’s no slippage. Kneeling, she put them on Greg’s feet and quickly stood back up.
“Thank you miss, but you don’t have to do that for me,” Greg said shyly. He didn’t want to be waited on hand and foot. Plus, her kneeling down there was way to alluring, he had to fight his cock from bouncing back to life. He pictured the girl lifting his gown and going right after his cock. Desperately he tried to fight off that mental image. It was a nice one, but he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation at all, plus his mom and uncle/doctor were standing right there.
Funny enough, Gwen had been thinking the exact same thing, if her mother and uncle weren’t in the room right now, she might have lifted that gown and wrapped her small hands and lips around his big, beautiful cock and devoured him. She would be patient; she had waited this long. She could wait just a little longer.
Part 2
The Talk
Gwen and her mother returned home to find her father working diligently to get presents wrapped, obviously they were for his wife, “Wait, wait, wait, give me like two minutes to scoop this up or something, damn, thought I had a little while longer,” he yelled as the ladies walked in from the garage.
They could hear him darting around in the living room and then with a huff he let them know it was safe to come in, just no peeking under the blanket. Both ladies giggled at this, thinking that peeking under the blanket anytime and anywhere could be a happy surprise. They looked at each other, knowing instinctually what the other was thinking about. GREG!
“Sit down honey,” Jenny said to her husband and nodded to her daughter to do the same, “remember that little conversation we had this morning?”
He looked at Gwen and nodded his head, not subtly either, indicating that she was the subject of the said conversation. “Yep, I do, is it really that time already.” He put his hands together and rang and twirled his fingers together. A nervous tick that Gwen noticed all the men in his family seemed to do, even Greg.
“Oh, for fucks sake you two just tell me, don’t beat around the bush here.” Gwen growled at her parents.
Both parents shot her a sharp glance and then laughed, “You know,” her mother started, “there’s really no easy way to say this, so I’m going to be blunt.” She took a deep breath, “Greg is only your cousin,” she paused briefly, “I am mother to you both, however, not biologically, at least not for Greg.”
Her dad quickly interjected, “My brother and your mom’s sister, had a quick fling back around the time we started dating, he knocked her up, she wasn’t ready for a kid, however we were, and considering that essentially it was the same connection, we agreed to “adopt” him and raise him and would never say a word to anyone.”
“So that’s why I’m not uncle Dan or Aunt Jaime’s favorite nephew/ niece, makes perfect sense to me.” Gwen was both torn and relieved at the same time. They had always been close to their aunt and uncle, but Greg had definitely gotten the lion’s share of gifts or praise over the years. Nothing super significant, small things, but now it all made perfect sense. She couldn’t blame him or them, she wondered how hard this must be on them over all the years and even seeing Dan with Greg today she knew he deeply cared about his son.
“But still,” Gwen began, “That’s incest, I mean we’re about as close to being actual brother and sister as we could be, so why don’t you have a problem with that?”
Jenny glanced at her husband, “Maybe because we’re cousins also, more like 3rd or 4th cousins but still we had to move here and fight that stigma back home. So, while it’s frowned upon, and yes, you’re much closer to relation, and have been raised as siblings, we get the allure, the excitement, and the natural love you have for one another, that is if Greg returns the feelings you have for him.”
“Are you ever going to tell him?” Gwen asked.
“I suppose if it comes up in the midst of all that may happen over these holidays it might be something we have to do. I guess we need to speak with our siblings as well and alert them to the possibility, I know that Dan has wanted to tell Greg a few times over the years, he didn’t out of respect for us and Greg,” her dad responded.
“So, my next question is quite simply, how long do I have to wait to approach him?” she wondered aloud to her parents.
They sat and talked, figuring out the logistics of Greg’s homecoming, not wanting to give him any more trauma mentally than they had too. But also trying to help Gwen figure out how to approach her feelings for him. What excited Gwen the most is that even though her parents should be cringing and yelling about how wrong all of this was, they were trying to help her find the best way through it and supporting her. They had both known since she was in her late teens exactly how she felt about her “brother”, they had still decided to wait while he was away to see if either of them found other people to share their lives with. Gwen was just starting her college life really and she had never dated much, only going out in groups of friends.
She supposed it wasn’t a huge revelation, even with him gone all these years she had Greg wrapped around her little finger. Any time she needed him and reached out he was there with moral support. He was there to tutor her online if she had questions during high school and college so far. The physical was the true question. That they would all have to wait and see if things worked out together. Since Greg would be mostly sticking in the house the next few days, she decided to move some of her stuff out to the apartment over the garage, that way if he didn’t regain his memory right away, she could still be close and “pop” by any time to see him, which was going to be frequently if she had her way about it. If he did reclaim his memory then their parents decided that the apartment was close enough to having him home, but they wouldn’t overhear anything should the two decide to explore their relationship.
Part 3
The True Homecoming
Greg went through the battery of tests that afternoon, physically, he was cleared, they went through some cognitive tests as well and he was as fit as a fiddle. As his uncle Dan was working on the discharge paperwork, his brother texted him, letting him know what was going on. Dan simply looked at the text and replied with a thumb’s up emoji. He knew the minute he saw Gwen with Greg earlier in the day that the writing was on the wall. He secretly had always wanted to tell Greg how proud of him he was and that he was sorry for not being a larger part of his life, as his actual father.
“Greg, your parents are going to be here to get you within the hour,” he relayed to the young man who was sitting up in bed. He was dressed in a sweatshirt and track pants that his parents had dropped off when he first arrived in the hospital. Their hope had been that he would need them sooner rather than later.
“Ok, thank you for all you’ve done Uncle Dan, hopefully one day soon, I’ll remember you again. Will you be coming over for Christmas tomorrow?” Greg asked.
“Oh, I think I might be able to stop by, I have to stop by here and check on a few patients, but I wouldn’t miss dinner with the family for the holiday.”
“Hey, Uncle Dan, do you happen to have any pictures of the family on your phone?” he quizzed.
Dan thought for a moment, knowing he had a plethora of family pictures on his phone and on Facebook, however Gwen was in several of them. He stuck his hand in his pocket to retrieve his phone, holding down the power button before pulling it out. “Damn, the battery must have died, I have to go hook this thing up to a charger at the nurse’s station, wouldn’t look good to get an emergency phone call and me not be available now, would it?” he teased.
Greg laughed and agreed, he felt a little saddened by the fact that he wouldn’t get to see pictures, hoping that something would unblock this silly memory and he’d start to remember his friends, family, and life. He got out of bed and walked slowly, shuffled really, over to the window and looked outside. From this high up he could see a lot of the little town beneath the hospital. Christmas lights all aglow across town on the homes, the center of town had it’s Christmas tree up and shown like a beacon right in the center. As he stared at it, he felt a little twitch in his brain. Pictures, mental images swarmed through suddenly, showing him years past when he was probably about 17, holding hands with a much younger girl, coco cups in their hands and singing carols along with his parents and other people that he could almost put names to.
Then it happened, he remembered who these people were, that was his little sister Gwen, and his parents, his aunt and uncle, a few high school friends, but most importantly Gwen! He didn’t say anything to Dan who had gone out to the nurse’s station to plug in his phone, he thought maybe he’d keep this quiet just a little bit longer. Wondering why they hadn’t told him the girl who lit up the room earlier in the day was his sister. He immediately felt a little guilty at a few of the naughty thoughts he’d had about her, but he could claim amnesia about those if it ever came up.
Dan sat back down, thinking about the last several days, obviously not the ones where he was unconscious, but back to the accident, he hadn’t realized that was his sister until the last moment. He realized that now, still surprised they didn’t reveal who she was to him when she showed up at the hospital, he could only conclude that they were afraid too many memories at once might overwhelm him immediately upon waking up.
A few hours later and he was sitting on his couch at home, dinner smelling delicious, mom had made his favorite, although he couldn’t admit to knowing that yet, homemade lasagna, garlic bread and a salad. This had always been not only his favorite meal but also their Christmas eve dinner yearly for as long as he could remember. Funny enough he had to play the amnesia patient as well with the family dog, Brutus, a big baby of a newfoundland/boxer mix. The dog had gone berserk upon his return, not having seen him for a few years, but remembering his scent and love. Brutus hadn’t left his side since he sat on the couch, hoping up on the couch, laying his head in Greg’s lap for scratches and pets. Greg remembered only one person Brutus loved this much, that was Gwen. Just then Brutus lifted his head and hopped off the couch running to the front door. Greg couldn’t help but smile, letting the ruse remain in place, he listened as there was a soft knock at the door. He almost couldn’t help but stifle the laughter of it all, his sister knocking at the family door of the home she lived in just to keep him in the dark.
Brutus wined and pawed at the door as he waited for someone to open it up and reveal his other favorite human being. Greg’s dad went to the door and opened it, “Oh Gwen, welcome, welcome, come on in honey, I’m so glad you could join our little family for dinner.”
Wow, Greg thought to himself, they are really going all out to not trigger me yet, trying to let this memory come back on its own. Greg turned and looked over the back of the couch as she entered and hugged their dad, she smiled up at him and then turned to face Greg, who took in her entire ensemble this time. She was wearing a tight sweatshirt, with the Nokatomi Plaza on it, and the quote, “Welcome to the party pal!” with a little Bruce Willis staring out of a vent shaft. “Die Hard” was his favorite Christmas movie no matter what anyone else labeled it and Gwen had always given him crap for it but had snuggled up every year growing up by his side and watched it along with him on Christmas Eve.
Gwen could feel the butterflies in her stomach going crazy, if tonight worked out right she would get an early Christmas present, even if it didn’t, she was going to get to spend the evening with her adorable brother. They had come up with a clever plan for the night, however it all depended on how Greg reacted to her this evening, she figured her sweatshirt couldn’t hurt, nor could the fuzzy snowman pajama bottoms she wore, a size too big, tied tight for now, but later they might be rolled just enough to show some thong and her t-shirt beneath the sweatshirt enhanced her ample endowments even more, considering she had forgone a bra tonight, she was eager to shed the warmer outer wear. Just to tease Greg a little and see if he could be enticed. But that was for later.
She placed her gift under the tree, “I brought you a little something for Christmas, it was the best I could do on such short notice.”
Just then Greg’s heart dropped a little, he had his gifts in his truck for the family, he had meticulously picked out ones for each member of the family and yet, he didn’t know if they survived the accident nor if they had been recovered. He pondered how to ask his family if they had gotten anything out of the truck without revealing that he remembered having items in the truck.
“Hey mom, dad, I have a question, was there anything left in my truck, like clothes, a suitcase maybe, I don’t even know if I bought presents for you all.” He smiled to himself, vague enough to ask and yet not alert anyone to his memory being restored.
“Yes, there were a few gifts and a suitcase, they are upstairs on your bed, we put them there after the police pulled them out of your truck before having it hauled off. I don’t know if anything was harmed but luckily the packages and your suitcase were without a scratch or tear somehow,” his dad responded.
His father had pulled the gift for Gwen out and sat it in their bedroom, not wanting to have it lying around and needing an explanation. He wondered now if that was the right thing to do. Maybe they should just tell Greg who she was. No best to let him remember on his own.
As Gwen came in and sat down next to Greg, she couldn’t help but smile, it was good to see him up and out of the hospital, she desperately wanted to be with them when he was brought home but couldn’t figure out a good alternate way of explaining why she was there again when she would be at dinner tonight. Greg thought about all the ways to proceed this evening, unbeknownst to him there was already a master plan devised by the beautiful girl next to him and his parents conspiring to give them ample opportunity to jump start this thing between them.
Jenny came into the room and asked if they would be eating at the table tonight or if Greg would prefer to sit and watch a movie with dinner. Greg looked at Gwen and asked if she had a preference, wondering which she would choose. Gwen decided the table would be best for now so that when they relaxed on the couch it would give her an easier excuse to curl up next to him.
Sitting at the table they had a wonderful meal and some fun conversation; Greg asked leading questions about Gwen and asked his parents what it was he did for a living. Divulging what they knew, he was forced to pretend he had no idea what he really did and had to choke back the urge to correct a few times when they were slightly off. It was amusing to him that they knew a lot about what he did, not just some of the finer particulars and that he really needed to fill them in more soon if they were really interested.
Gwen for her part had her story down pretty good, she told him that she was going to college locally and that her parents were away on a cruise for the holidays, and she had decided to stay behind and watch the house and just relax after finals were done. This is where part of the plan began to unfold in front of Greg.
“Oh, you’ll be alone on Christmas tomorrow?” he asked her solemnly. All along he knew expected he knew the answer and how his parents would respond but he waited for their reply to coincide with whatever Gwen would reply.
“No Gwen, we have a little guest apartment above the garage, if you’d like to spend the night there and come over in the morning, I’m sure we can rustle up a gift or two from Santa and have you join us, no one should be alone on Christmas dear.” Jenny quickly interjected.
Gwen smiled at her mother, right on cue, “Well, I guess I could go back and get a few things it’s not too far away. I’ll just grab some pj’s and clothes for tomorrow along with the essential items a girl needs.”
They finished dinner and Greg did his best to help clean up, Gwen turned and asked if he was ok with her staying over. He gave a nod and told her that it would be their pleasure to have her stay with them, there was always room for one more on Christmas.
Gwen told everyone she would be right back and ran out and started her car, backing it out of the driveway and putting it around the corner. She hustled up to the apartment and grabbed the suitcase she had packed earlier and stuck out there. She returned to her car and pulled back around and into the driveway. She almost forgot to knock or ring the doorbell this time, as Brutus was already at the door wondering what game was being played by his favorite humans tonight.
Greg, sitting on the couch, noticed Brutus bouncing around the door and yelled out for her to go ahead and come in. Gwen opened the door and peeked in, Greg waved her in, and she slipped through the door grinning and gave Brutus a little love. He settled down quickly, happy, everyone was back in the house and slid up on the couch next to Greg for love. Gwen pondered what to do about the big, “horsey puppy” as they called Brutus due to his size, he wouldn’t leave Greg’s side without being prompted.
Greg noticed the lack of spots to sit and ushered the big dog down off the couch, Brutus turned and huffed but curled up at Greg’s feet and proceeded to fall asleep on his boy’s feet. Gwen gave a quick thanks to Greg and slid down on the couch next to him, not quite touching but a little closer than just a visitor would normally sit. He smiled at her and noticed the subtle change in her appearance, she was a little more relaxed, the situation was going her way. This had always been one of Gwen’s tells when playing games, instead of getting excited when she got good cards or was winning a game of chess or checkers against him, she’d smile and get relaxed.
Jenny and their dad came in with hot coco and turned down the lights, “We have a tradition, which by the design on your shirt I’m sure you’ll be just fine with tonight, you see Greg’s favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard.”
There was a quick but lively debate about the idiots that swore this was just an action movie with Christmas happening to be the background. Those that understood as this family did, it was a Christmas movie with action thrown in. They also agreed that should you ever see Bruce Willis at Christmas you should either get far away or make sure you’re right next to him for safety’s sake.
Being this close to Greg, was driving Gwen wild, she wanted to just climb up on his lap and smother him with kisses, their parents in the room be damned. But they had all agreed to at least a little of the progression before the rent’s had gone to get Greg from the hospital. As the movie started and the lights were dimmed, they all watched and quoted some of the lines along with the movie word for word. Greg couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, this had been their same interaction the last time he was home at Christmas, and he felt loved and happy that he had made the journey home no matter what else may have happened the past few days.
Gwen got an unexpected bonus help from Brutus who decided the floor was not for him, he jumped up beside her on the opposite end of Greg and pushed his way in to lay down next to her forcing her to close what little gap there was between her and Greg on the couch at the time. “Sorry, the big doggy decided that the other end of the couch is his,” she said smiling up as she leaned a bit closer to Greg.
“That’s no problem, if you don’t mind it’s a little chilly out here, pull that blanket down from behind you and just curl up next to me if it’s not too awkward,” he replied. He may not know what plan there was for him, but he figured this couldn’t hurt it at all.
Jenny nudged her husband as they looked over and saw what was going on. “I want to finish this one, but I suggest if we tell them to watch Die Harder, we just excuse ourselves and make sure to vanish for the evening.”
Her husband agreed, a twinkle in his eye, they had their own Christmas tradition, and it usually involved starting the second Die Hard movie with the kids and then disappearing upstairs to play Santa and his naughty elf. He was eager to get to that especially because of the stress and worry over the last few days with his son.
Part 4 It’s getting a lot hotter.
Gwen waited until just the right part, when Hans shoots Ellis, as soon as the gun went off, she jumped a bit and snuggled into Greg even more, feigning shock. “I know I’ve probably seen this movie 15 times, but that part always makes me jump,” she said looking up at him.
“It’s ok with me,” he said putting his arm around her pulling her in a little closer. He immediately felt the mistake he had made. Her chest unfettered by a bra was pushing up against him, thankfully she was wearing that sweatshirt, he thought to himself. He let his hand drift down and rest on her hip, fighting the urge to let it drift just a little and onto the gorgeous round cheek of her ass. Wait, he pondered, what the hell am I thinking, this is my little sister not some random girl.
Gwen squirmed, she had to figure out the next step and quick, she had not anticipated Brutus’ help, she knew she was getting too warm, and it wasn’t just the room temperature. She sat up briefly, pulled the sweatshirt off of her, feeling her t-shirt trying to ride up with it as she whipped it over her head she smiled beneath the cover of the sweatshirt, taking just a little too long to finish pulling it up and exposing just the hint of some underboob. She carefully pulled the sweatshirt the remaining way off her and tossed it over the back of the couch and snuggled right back in, pulling her t-shirt down about halfway, “forgetting” to pull down the back, knowing she was leaving a hint of thong exposed beneath the fluffy pajama pants with the snowmen beckoning his attention. Now when he put his hand back on her hip, he was only going to find the warm flesh of her hip. Just slightly uncovered, and if his hand drifted down at all, he was going to have a hands-on experience with her ass.
Jenny watched this from her spot on the other couch, she had to admire the seductive nature of her daughter, subtle, yet just an offering of what was available all done so that if this was a date of Greg’s neither parent would have paid much attention. Knowing it was Gwen and what she was doing excited Jenny just enough that she was already squirming and waiting to play the naughty elf for her husband, preferably sooner than later if possible. She looked at Greg’s face and saw what she thought could be a mischievous twinkle or outright fear. The two were so intricately linked on her son’s face that she couldn’t quite reconcile which thought it was.
Greg for his part was feeling both of those exact feelings at the moment, were his parents really ok with this? Was his sister trying to lure him into touching her and putting his hands on her body? Did he play dumb and go with it or should he call an end to the farce and tell them he had regained his memories? He, being male and curious, decided to see where this went. His little, perhaps not so little, head was doing the thinking now. If his parents weren’t about to end this then neither was he, at least not yet.
Gwen reached back as she snuggled under the blanket again, right up against Greg and pulled his hand just to the top of her pajama bottoms. She made sure his hand just grazed and encountered her flesh and she felt goosebumps immediately form. Part of her did at least, the other parts of her swelled with desire and satisfaction that this was going just to her design. She decided to up the ante just a bit more, putting her hand out she lay it on his thigh and rested her head against his chest. Gwen really had to fight the urge to just reach down and run her hand over the obvious swell beneath his sweatpants, but not yet, she was intent on causing desire in Greg.
Greg decided to just go with it, as the movie continued to play, he ran his fingers all over the edge of Gwen’s pants, staying in contact with the material but allowing a few fingers to graze her exposed skin. He brushed along the thong and really had to ignore the impulse to pull it up and snap it on her cute ass. He ignored that thought as fast as it came to him, that would definitely draw attention to what was going on beneath the blanket. Soon enough Hans was falling from the roof and Gwen was sure her brother was now sporting a vicious erection beneath those sweatpants even though the blanket was draped loosely over him. He had not stopped rubbing her once since she had presented him with a little flesh to touch. Soon she would go in for the kill.
Jenny stood up as the movie ended and handed her son the controller, “per the usual you can stay up and watch the next one, but Santa and his elf have some last-minute wrapping to do upstairs before bedtime. So, no peeking young man, you stay down here until we text you that it is ok to go to bed,” she told him as she glanced and nodded her head at the young lady snuggled up against him. “Gwen if you should need anything tonight just have Greg text us and let us know. If not, it was lovely to see you this evening, there’s clean sheets and blankets on the bed to the apartment and it has its own shower and kitchen if you get hungry there should be some snacks.” Jesus, Jenny thought to herself, I’m rambling. Just stop and let them do what’s going to happen naturally.
“Thanks mom, I can help Gwen if she needs anything in the apartment. Although, I’m not sure I know where anything is at this point, but we should be good.”
Gwen thanked their mom, smiling at her but refusing to move from beneath the blanket and break the spell she had with Greg now. She knew when her mom looked at her Greg was queueing up for the next movie and gave her a smile and a little thumbs up that mom understood completely. Just like that both parents had vanished from sight, they heard them climb the steps and close the door upstairs, assuming the one to their bedroom and the hallway. Gwen snuggled in a little closer as the movie started and reached down, she pushed her pants down just a little more, giving Greg a bit more flesh to play with.
“Gwen,” he began immediately, “we don’t have to do anything tonight, I know you feel thankful for me saving your life and us letting you stay here tonight but nothing must happen. To be honest, I do not even know if I have a girlfriend back where I live.”
Gwen had to bite her lip to refrain from blurting out that he hadn’t had a girlfriend in the past few years, he was just working himself to the bone. This led to her stifling the laugh to herself, she thought, “I’d like to give him something to work on with that big bone.”
“Greg,” she began, “I’ll be 21 in a few days, I’m well aware of what I do and don’t have to do sir. But let’s just see where this night takes us. No rushing, when I’m curled up next to you right here it feels natural, like maybe I’ve been waiting for you, or something akin to I’ve known you all my life.”
Greg pulled her close and hugged her deeply, “I know just what you mean Gwen,” he fought back the urge to kiss her, if that’s what she really wanted she was going to have to initiate it. His morals were already fighting a losing battle, everything in him made him want to kiss her right now. God, her lips looked so alluring, feeling her breasts up against him, bruised ribs being ignored, felt magnificent and he wasn’t about to lie to himself, he knew very soon his hand was going to end up on her cute ass.
As the second movie started Gwen just decided to throw caution to the wind, she looked up and then pulled herself up just a little, forcing Greg’s hand to either move with her or get a good amount of flesh beneath it. She was going to kiss him, they both knew it, just not when, there really just needed to be a catalyst to jump start her, something that pushed her across that thin barrier separating them right now.
Greg let his hand remain, cupping a good amount of her ass at the moment, not moving it at all, desperately fighting the urge to squeeze it, when finally, he just gave it the lightest of squeezes. At that exact same moment as she looked up at him, his hand curled around one glorious ass cheek, Brutus unknowingly helped the situation along, he stretched out, his big paws pushing against Gwen forcing her just a little closer, that gap bridged. Gwen licked her lips quickly and went for it, crushing her lips against Greg’s. She gave the slightest whimper as she felt him open his mouth and she slid her tongue in, finding his own and teasing them against one another.
The barrier burst open at that point in both their minds, Greg squeezed her ass and adjusted to get a better grip. Gwen not to be outdone reached down and squeezed his already throbbing cock, she stroked it up and down through the sweatpants not wanting to be too forward right away. Their kiss lingered, heated up, slowed down, smaller kisses, light moans, hands flittering everywhere. Gwen started to pull back and as she did Greg followed, not wanting the spell to be broken.
When she finally pulled back she reached up and put a finger to his lips, “I just need to catch my breath for a moment, we aren’t done,” she whispered to him in a sultry voice. Split second decisions being made on both their parts, Gwen sat up, swung around and straddled Greg’s lap, she took him hands and put them on her ass as she leaned in for another kiss.
As they continued to make out, completely oblivious to the sounds of the tv and also their parents on the top step peeking down at them. Jenny was wound up, horny as could be, the scene below her fueling her lust that she was about to unleash on her husband as he grabbed her by the ponytail and led her back up the steps. “Hottest thing I may have ever seen next to you my dear little elf slut,” he growled pulling her to the bedroom with him and lightly closing the door.
Gwen had no doubt her panties were soaked, that Greg could and would have her tonight. Her Christmas wish come true, at least if this was any indication. Gwen took his hands briefly from her ass and pulled them up under her shirt. He didn’t need any guidance from there, he pulled her shirt off and leaned down licking and sucking each nipple. Greg took his time teasing her as she writhed against his cock, her hand holding it against her clit as she gyrated back and forth over him.
Greg slowly sucked and twirled the nipple with his tongue, pushing against it, rolling his tongue over it and then sucking the swollen bud back between his teeth and pulling lightly. Grazing the little flesh with his tongue over and over. Gwen was already moaning, he could smell her arousal, he could feel the need as she essentially masturbated with his cock against her clit. He switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, lifting her breast a little higher he sucked the underside, leaving a mark, his own little hidden hickie on her where no one else could see it.
Meanwhile his fingers were twirling her nipples and sending her higher and higher with pleasure. She didn’t know how much longer she could fight off an orgasm. Gwen leaned back forcing her chest up, making her breast a little more taunt, it had the desired effect as Greg grabbed her ass and forced her to grind her clit into him harder. He took a chance and reached beneath the fluffy pants which were being worked off by the grinding she was doing against him. He pushed them lower, and slipped his fingers beneath her thong from behind, sliding a finger in between her wet nether lips. She was so wet he slid in with no problem and she immediately clenched on his fingers and went rigid against his chest, she couldn’t whimper or find her breath. She couldn’t scream and moan, she could only ride the wave of orgasm crashing around her as her brother’s fingers slid slowly in and out of her.
As soon as the rigidity left her body and she slumped down a little Greg slipped his fingers out of her, bringing them back around he started to lick one just to taste her when she grabbed his hand and sucked on his wet fingers forcefully. Swirling her tongue around them, she pushed off of him and slid down between his legs, eager to play with him.
Greg tried to stop her, attempting to tell her no, she told him to sit there and enjoy, she had been craving this for longer than he’d imagined. Gwen grabbed his sweatpants and tugged, expecting him slightly to resist, he didn’t. He lifted and helped her pull them off, as soon as they were down past his cock, she wanted to grab it, but she pulled back, tugged his pants all the way off and then scooted back between his legs on the floor. “Greg,” she said softly, “Put your hands on my head and guide me, nothing too rough, but you can hold me where you want me until I tap your thigh.”
Greg wanted to protest; his sister was about to suck his cock. A blowjob from his little sister was never even dreamed of but now that she was there, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more. He lay his hands on her head and held her hair out of the way as she licked the length of his mighty shaft, her hand wrapped around it stroking as her tongue teased the head, dipping into the nectar that had beaded up on the tip. She smiled up at him and then without their eyes leaving one another she lowered her lips down over the crown of his shaft. It nearly filled her mouth as she hummed and slobbered and licked his cockhead inside her mouth. She pulled off with a “plop” and then dove right back down, reaching beneath her she shoved off her pants and thong with one hand, working them down as fast as possible. As soon as they were out of the way she slipped a finger inside herself and moaned around his manhood.
Greg wanted to throw his head back and enjoy this, but he also wanted to watch perversely as his little sister sucked his cock for the first and maybe only time. He would eventually have to tell everyone…. fuck that I’ll think about it later he reckoned. Gwen slowly worked her way down his tower shaft of pleasure as she got more accustomed to his size. She wasn’t going to try and deepthroat him this time, well she didn’t plan on it anyway unless he took the reigns and guided her there. For now, she wanted him so worked up that he couldn’t refuse her anything tonight. Gwen stroked him faster and faster and bobbed in time with his persistent nudges down on her head.
Greg had his own quick epiphany as his sister bobbed on his cock, Gwen really wanted this, and their parents obviously for whatever reason didn’t object. Well, if this was the case then he was going to have a little fun of his own, no matter how much he’d hate himself or rather his cock would hate him for a few minutes. The payoff would be amazing. With that Greg slowly pulled her up!
Part 5 Scorching!
Gwen protested until Greg opened his mouth, “Let’s go to the apartment, that way next time you cum you can be louder.”
Gwen, shocked by her brother’s statement yanked up her pants and thong, grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. Tossed him his pants and headed to the garage to go up the interior entrance. Forgetting that Greg might wonder how she knew about this entrance, although she figured if he didn’t have all his memories back there would be no reason to question this, she could cover it easily enough if he said something.
Greg couldn’t truly race up the steps but he managed just fine to follow her shapely ass moving up before she opened the door and slipped into the apartment. As soon as the door was closed, Gwen opened her phone to check messages before he managed to clear the doorway, only one message was there. “Bed him well my lady!” sent from her mom who obviously knew what was going on.
Gwen led Greg through the doorway to the little bedroom and before she could turn around his hand grabbed her and pulled her back against him. His cock lodged between her butt cheeks, he whispered in her ear, “Don’t move until I tell you Gwen,” he pulled her pants down and knelt behind her, kissing and biting softly each cheek, he worked her panties down and had her step out of them and then spun her around and kissed her deeply.
As soon as the kiss ended and his fingers were dancing over her clit, he leaned in closer, “Are you ok if I put your panties in your mouth for a few minutes to muffle your moans?” he questioned.
Gwen nodded the affirmative and looked into his eyes as he brought the panties clenched in his hand up. Gwen shivered, this was better than her wildest fantasies, he pushed the wet garment in her mouth and then looked deep in her eyes. “Don’t take them out until I tell you, understand?”
She nodded again and then he spun her around and pushed her over the bed, facedown she lay there, feeling his mouth on her ass again and his fingers and hands spreading her open, Greg ran his tongue down the crack of her ass teasing her there before dipping lower and sliding his tongue inside her wet center as his fingers pulled her back to him on her thighs. He rubbed her clit between his index fingers as he licked and probed her. When she moaned he was satisfied she had just cum again, the shivers and shakes told him as much and even more so when she went limp on the bed.
Standing behind her he flipped her over and spread her legs wide, shoving down his sweatpants he slid between her legs, leaving the tip of his cock at her opening, no matter how much wiggling and lifting of her hips she did he wouldn’t give in and bury himself in her just yet. He told her to give him the panties hidden in her mouth, when she did so he kissed her deeply, still avoiding her attempts to gain entry by his cock between her legs.
“Now,” he growled at her, “when I fuck you Gwen, I want to hear your whimpers and moans, I want to feel your fingers scratching at my back,” he paused lining himself up perfectly, “plus, I want to look in your eyes as I bury my cock deep inside my sister.”
He slid in on that last word and buried himself all 8 inches deep inside her as her eyes shot open and she had a panicked look on her face. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her gasping as she took every inch over and over. She wanted to question when he remembered but the feeling was too good to interrupt. He fucked her hard and fast for a few minutes, before pulling up between her legs and grabbing her legs and pushing them straight up his chest, he pounded her again like this for a few minutes, listening to her symphony of moans, until he was on the verge of orgasm and then he pulled back and out.
“Flip over, I want to fuck you from behind and see that sexy ass bouncing back against me! Gwenivere, you naughty little pixie, how long have you wanted to fuck your brother’s big cock?” he asked rhetorically.
Holding her hips he slid back inside her, she turned her head and looked back at him as best she could, “Perhaps the pixie doth earn a spanking sir!” she teased, wiggling her ass as he plunged deep inside her.
Greg swatted her ass a few times and fucked her as hard as he possibly could, finally starting to feel the fatigue and the weight of all his body had been through lately he knew it was time to cum. “Where do you want it, Gwen?”
Gwen had no idea, in her mouth, on her ass, on her tits, inside her, these all seemed like good options, “Anywhere you want brother,” she said addressing him this way for the first time since their phone call.
Greg pulled out and flipped her over straddling her chest quickly he stroked his cock quickly joined by her hands taking over and her mouth covered the bell cap. He exploded, shot after shot filling her mouth. Gwen had never tasted cum before, actually found it not to be that appealing but they address that after this time, she swallowed hard disposing of the evidence and then lay back.
Greg swung off her and curled up next to her, pulling the blanket up around them. “Was that everything you hoped it would be little sister?” he asked.
Now that she had some faculties about her again, “When did you know?” she inquired.
“Earlier today…um yesterday I guess at this point since it’s Christmas day. I was standing at the window looking out at the tree in the town square and it all flooded back. However, everyone seemed so eager to take care of me and not tell me you were my sister that I decided to see where it would take me. Now, how long have you been an incestuous craving little sex goddess?”
They lay there talking for about an hour, discussing everything, the feelings, the crush and infatuation she had for him and then she took a risk and told him about the secret their parents had revealed earlier that day to her.
“Honey, I’ve known that since about 10th grade,” he laughed, “Uncle Dan got too drunk one night when the guys were grilling, and we had a family barbeque, and he spilled his secret before passing out on the couch. I never told a soul, I figured our aunt and uncle had always been close anyway, and our parents never chose to tell me for their own reasons, so I just filed it under things to know.”
“Were you angry when you found out?” she asked him.
“Maybe a little at first, but then I thought about the alternative, I could have been aborted, giving up for adoption or any number of things. I got to grow up with loving wonderful parents, an amazing little sister, an aunt and uncle who never missed any event and besides that one time never said a word about it. So, really, I got over it quick and just went on.”
“Next question, if you had your memories back why did you go through all of this with me tonight? It’s incest no matter how you look at it, and I’m guilty because I’ve always wanted you since I understood sex stuff and attraction, but you haven’t really seen me since I was around 14.”
Greg laughed, “I knew the day I saved your life, well not that I knew it was you until the very last second, but tonight, when mom and dad disappeared and you were all cuddly and getting naughty already I knew that they must have given their consent or whatever for you to go for it. So, while I fought it in the beginning, I couldn’t fight it for long at all. I wanted you, was drawn to your sexiness before the memories came back and figured if you wanted it, then you’re almost a full adult who can legally drink, you could decide. Plus, let’s be honest, when a gorgeous pixie throws herself at you, you’d have to be stupid to refuse her.”
Gwen smiled up at him and then shimmied her way under the blankets, soon her ass popped out of the covers as he felt her lips slide down and began to reinvigorate his cock. He grabbed her and pulled her over him and then enjoyed a long slow 69. Taking their time, no rush with this one, Greg grabbed her ass and pulled her down over his mouth harder, sucking her clit into his mouth. He leaned up and ran his tongue over the puckered hole in front of him.
“Not back there yet stud,” she said as she pulled away from his cock for a moment, “I need to find a toy and some lube to get ready for this monster,” she lowered her mouth back over his shaft and slurped his cock as deep as possible. After she came again, he spun her around and kissed her as she slid down onto him, slipping him inside her tight little pussy again and allowing him to gain full entry into her body.
She leaned down brushing her breasts across his chest as they kissed, “By the way, thank you for coming home for Christmas big brother, best Christmas ever!”
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